Lyrics
Tryna find myself, feeling like a treasure hunt
Putting on my clothes like I'm putting on my front
Jordan 12s on my feet just so nobody knows that
You could take off my shoes and find my heart at my toes
World turns, each day is a broken record
Wait for the day that my life restarts
One more time for the broken records and
One more time for the broken hearts
Nobody loves you, but where have you been?
Talking to yourself, do you need medicine?
You've got all the stars in Super Mario
So why are you still playing? Your scenario is bland
Take me by the hand
I want to stay home
Tell me bout your dreams
But don't wake me up from my own
I'm tryna find myself, it's like a treasure hunt
And it's in Davy Jones' locker beneath the waterfront
(Drowning)
World turns, each day: a broken record
Wait for the day that my life restarts
(Drowning)
One more time for the broken records and
One more time for the broken hearts
Tryna find myself, feeling like a treasure hunt
Putting on my clothes like I'm putting on my front
Jordan 12s on my feet just so nobody knows that
You could take off my shoes and find my heart at my toes
World turns, each day is a broken record
Wait for the day that my life restarts
One more time for the broken records and
One more time for the broken hearts
(World turns, each day: a broken record
Wait for the day that my life restarts
One more time for the broken records and
One more time for the broken hearts)
Go to school it's like I'm reading with dyslexia
I'm in endangerment like Will in Philadelphia
I need to walk but I've got nobody to walk to
I need to talk but I've got nobody to talk to
I'm the new full time cereal fiend
Who's become too addicted to material things
Tryna paint paintings of silent screams
In the background on repeat is Fleetwood's "dreams"